I don’t want my son to become less autistic. Or my daughter for that matter.
Of my children, two (my middle son and daughter) are diagnosed…
I don’t want my son to become less autistic. Or my daughter for that matter.
Of my children, two (my middle son and daughter) are diagnosed…
We sit in the gap between death and resurrection,paused in the pain of griefbefore the promise of hopes fulfilled.
It is desolate and empty,…
What joy to hold your supper in your hand,perfectly balanced,tasty and munchable,doctored to delight with spiceand flavour -all the elements of a perfect …
Good Morning all,
As part of an online unschooling community, I have been able to find a group of people who are all working to…
A poem for my girl, on the accumulation of her first decade.
Sometimes I forget that you are young.
With maturity beyond your years,and a self…
When the Winter months seem to go on forever, the days are darker, Christmas and all it’s excitement feels like a lifetime ago -…